can you blame me
for turning on the fan when im freezing
it's just drowning your silenced humming
can you blame me
for letting my feet freeze
as long as it doesn't remind me of yours on top of them
can you blame me
for adding a couple blankets to my bed
it just replaces the heaviness of your warmth















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It's very easy to identify with your writing hun.
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That's love isn't it, a load of old wank
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'what's the hurry?'
'he asked with the eyes more than the lips'
'the heart is still aching to seek'
'ill hardly breathe'
~WITH LOVE v.v.C.
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That's love isn't it, a load of old wank
--
'what's the hurry?'
'he asked with the eyes more than the lips'
'the heart is still aching to seek'
'ill hardly breathe'
~WITH LOVE v.v.C.
I've got a feeling we are both going to be writing all over each others stuff from now on!
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That's love isn't it, a load of old wank
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'what's the hurry?'
'he asked with the eyes more than the lips'
'the heart is still aching to seek'
'ill hardly breathe'
~WITH LOVE v.v.C.
Awesome read Voodoo!
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You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"
George Bernard Shaw
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-big hug-
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'what's the hurry?'
'he asked with the eyes more than the lips'
'the heart is still aching to seek'
'ill hardly breathe'
~WITH LOVE v.v.C.
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